Conciqense.

A suttle a star,.....a look in the dark, all i can see is sad small spark. To much to do, so much to fair~, i cant bear a nother second here. [Corose] conciquences, oh conciquenses.... This is the pain, guilty of somthing i never did. How can this be ok? In what world...i ahould be happy this happend to me..so to think on named moona franchset can be so greedy. Why, why?.....why, me. Oh why me?